Transmigrated as the Villain Between the Heroine and the Villainess

Lyra's laugh rang in his ears worse than any hit he had taken.

His big gamble his one shot at winning had failed completely. It was embarrassing and hopeless.

He was done.

But even as he lay there acting defeated, his eyes stayed wide open. His skill Limitless Comprehension was firing at full power.

He wasn't focused on Lyra anymore. He was seeing the whole battlefield.

Across the clearing, the real fight was happening. Selvara was a whirlwind of ice battling Orion fiercely.

The air buzzed with ice and lightning. It was both beautiful and scary to watch.

Orion moved like a flash of blue with his lightning-fast strikes leaving streaks behind. But Selvara kept up with him.

She moved smoothly over the icy ground blocking every strike with strong ice shields.

But the rest of their team was a problem.

While Selvara fought Orion, Isolde faced a big third-year knight. He was huge wearing heavy armor and carrying a giant shield. He ran at her thinking he could smash the small first-year girl easily.

Isolde just smiled.

She didn't try to block. She didn't try to dodge. She simply raised a hand and the wind began to howl. It wasn't an attack. It was a misdirection.

A swirl of leaves and dirt hit the knight, making him blink.

Isolde used the moment. She quickly moved to his side and tapped the back of his knee with her shoe.

The knight lost his balance, fell forward, hit a tree, and his pendant glowed. He disappeared.

Isolde dusted off her hands. "How clumsy."

But even with her quick victory, the numbers were still against them.

Selvara was fighting Orion, but the two second-years who had taken out Liam now charged her from the flanks. She was now in a three-on-one fight.

Selvara was strong, but even she struggled against three skilled enemies. The shield-bearer blocked her ice, while the swordsman and Orion attacked from the sides.

She looked for the weakest one.

With a quick move she tricked Orion making the shield-bearer shift. In that moment, she sent a sharp ice spear at him.

It hit his chest knocked him down and his pendant glowed. He disappeared.

But her attack left her open for a moment.A lightning strike from Orion hit her side and the swordsman cut her arm a little.

She hissed in pain. A thin line of blood showed on her uniform.

She was injured.

That's when Seraphina arrived.

"Need help, senior?" she shouted. She hit the ground and a big wall of shining crystal rose blocking the swordsman from Selvara.

Isolde clapped. "Great! Now it's more even. Senior, you look tired. Rest a bit. Seraphina and I will handle these two."

Selvara looked like she wanted to argue but she was in pain. She gave a curt nod and stepped back now her icy eyes watching the new battlefield.

Now it was two against two. Isolde and Seraphina faced Orion and his last swordsman. The fight was tense.

Azrael watched it all but he was stuck in his own little corner.

Lyra stopped laughing. "That was fun," she said wiping her eye. "But I'm bored now. Time to finish this."

She got ready to strike. A ball of fire crackled in her hand. She thought he was done, just a broken toy on the ground.

She was wrong.

While she had been laughing he had been working. His mind was supercharged by his skill, had analyzed every inch of the clearing.

He saw the loose pile of rocks to her left.

He saw the dead and heavy branch hanging dangerously from a tree above her. He saw the patch of thorny vines hidden in the undergrowth behind her.

While she talked he quietly sent out his threads.

They were thin almost invisible moving silently. One hooked onto a rock. Another wrapped around a branch. A third tangled in some vines.

He lay there pretending to be completely beaten as his body limp and breathing shallow. He looked like he had given up.

Lyra took a confident step forward and then her hand raised to unleash her spell.

'Now.'

Azrael pulled the first thread.

The loose pile of rocks to her left suddenly collapsed.

Clatter.

It wasn't an attack.. It was a distraction.

Lyra's head turned toward the sound and her fire spell wavered for a moment.

In that moment she stepped exactly where he wanted her.

He tugged the second thread.

The thorny vines hidden in the shadows shot up and wrapped around her ankle.

They weren't strong enough to hold her but they were sharp and they made her stumble.

"What the heck?" she shouted as her confidence turning into shock.

As she stumbled, he tugged the third thread.

Crack.

The dead branch from the tree above her didn't fall on her head. That would have been too obvious. Instead it swung down like a pendulum and slammed into her outstretched arm.

Thwack!

She screamed as the fireball in her hand went out. Her spell had failed.

She looked around, angry and confused. "Who's doing this? Show yourself!" she shouted, thinking someone else was helping him.

She pulled the vines off her ankle and saw it.

A thin and shiny web of threads stretched between two trees right in front of her.

"You!" she yelled and her face was red with anger. "You tricked me!"

She lifted her hand, fire forming around it. She could burn the threads away in a second.

But that was his plan all along.

He pulled his final thread. This one was attached to a branch on a different kind of tree. A tree with a very specific type of moss growing on it. A moss that when disturbed, released a cloud of highly flammable spores.

The branch shook hard. A cloud of yellow-green spores filled the air which covered Lyra and her threads.

She froze. Fire burned in her hand but the air was now full of explosive spores.

She had two choices: use her fire and risk a huge explosion or put out the flames and try to fight the threads by hand.

In that single critical moment of hesitation, Azrael moved.

He pushed himself up, tired and in pain. His sword was low as he ran toward her. He wasn't fast or strong, but he wanted to win.

Lyra froze. She had fire in her hand, and the thin threads wrapped around her legs. She didn't know what to do.

He didn't use any special skill. He just swung his sword as hard as he could.

Her eyes went wide with shock, and then they rolled back into her head. She collapsed